This is not really a comeback of sorts. It is a little walk, out in the rain, when the clouds are thundering above the cityscape of regular life. It is like looking up at the sky as the lightning reveals the sombre surroundings. When the thunder claps and the resulting crooked charged line dash across the landscape, it is terrifying, to say the least. And yet, the landscape revealed in that flash - silhouettes of the buildings, of the trees, of the empty vastness of the sky - mesmerises me. Walking through the thunder, at such times, is a dizzy cocktail of fear and of pleasure.
the woman was studying for her upcoming exams in the room at the roof. the 'chilekotha' was her study-space. she retreated here after all her family duties were attended to. this was her zone of thinking, of being. in the floor beneath the room, her child was perhaps cuddling to its pillow, still warm from the mother's touch. perhaps she looked out of the glass window before she settled into her books. perhaps the beauty of the night that was bringing the storm and the thunder excited her. perhaps she saw the madness of the leaves of the coconut tree, roughed up by the wind. perhaps she was lost in her books when the lightning came, across the skies, landing on the top of the coconut tree, and then blazing through her.
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And yet,
the beauty of the charged landscape is thrilling. the wrath of the ancient gods are expressed in such atmosphere in myths. the potency of change lies in this unstable moment. the firmly grounded tree can be uprooted. the dry pool will be filled with the rains that come along the thunder. it is like watching the dance of Nataraja in all its power. it destroys, true, but it is beautiful nonetheless. it is beautiful since the destruction is never a full stop for this strange species called man, who has created a theory attesting the need to pull down the standard structures at times, a theory called deconstruction. a closer look and surprise!
need to deconstruct=need to construct anew
is this not the same principle of Nataraja deadly dance - Tandava? I ponder...
Beauty often lies in seeing the possibility beyond and beneath the veneer of real perception. It is in realising the potential of change that the perceived situation holds. Before the change happens, you will never know if its to be feared or to be savoured. Why fear change when that is the only thing that has been constant since recorded time?
I now walk in thunder with the all its potentialities etched in my awareness. I recognise that the unwanted and the unknown can affect life. And, yet, none but I will be living it.
POSTSCRIPT:
In the past two weeks, I waited for the clouds to part in the mind. The more I waited for the sun, the more restless I became. And then, the thought beamed through the mind. The more I wait, the more empty time rushes out from this life. The more I wait, the more my clock ticks. The more I wait, the more moss gathers on this stone on which I have to etch a world of words!
I nudged the kid out of the bed and showed it the door and it said to me, "Let's go!"
Before this post ends, I would like to share with you an image I stumbled upon in the pictures folder today...
... country roads ... away from home ...
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| what do you see? |
Images:
"thunder": image of the sky just before a torrential rain, Budapest. by self.
"what do you see?": break-offs in the mundane, Budapest. by self.
2 comments:
Beautiful!
This is by far one of your best pieces. I have to be honest, that most of your writings are a little difficult to understand. Its probably the verbiage, but this one was an instant connect, right from the heart to the reader's heart!
There is a sense of poignance in this one, and a flavor of loneliness. But bravo, that you turned that into a thought of beauty. There is indeed somewhere happiness in solitude. :-)
@Da Vinci: thank you! :) it's my pleasure :)
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